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THE GERMAN MUSICIANER

I'm a young married man and I'm near broken-hearted

My wife she has left me and she's gone away

We had a misfortune, so she and I parted

Now I'll tell you what happened to her the other day


Now, women is weak, they should mind their possessions

I think now with grief, mad me it will send

For she's gone away with a German Musicianer

Who goes about crying: "Pianos to mend!"


Oh, fol-the-rol, fol-the-rol, fol-the-rol, laddie

There was all sorts of tunes and things he could play

There's many a good tune played on an old fiddle

And this the old German to my wife did say.


It happened one day this old German Musicianer

Came through our streets crying: "Pianos to mend"

And my wife's piano being out of condition

Straightway a boy for the old German did send.


Well, he knocked at the door and he said most politely

"Dear madam, I hear that you're needing repairs

Please, madam, I have come for to mend your piano."

"All right," said my wife, "Will you please walk upstairs."


So she took him upstairs and showed him her piana

And with this the old German seemed greatly amused,

And when he had seen it, he said to my Hannah,

"I think, ma'am, your music's not very much used."


Well, he touched it, he handled it, over and under

As sharp as a needle, as light as a cork;

With all sorts of tools, and he pulled it asunder

And rattled away with his old tuning fork.


Now, when I came home she told me the story

Of how the old German had been there all day

He'd worked very hard for to mend her piano

But do what she might, wouldn't take any pay.


Well, I thought it was strange when she told me the story

And said the old German was ever so kind

Would you ever believe that this old German sausage

Before going away left his trademark behind?


Well, I swore and I tore at my darling wife Hannah

With grief and with rage I'm sure no one can tell

I told her to hook it! and take her piano

And likewise to take the old German as well


So come all you young husbands, don't take too much spooning

For all women want is to handle your pelf

And if ever your wife's old piano wants tuning

Just take my advice, boys, and tune her yourself!